Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  Inside was a small, dingy tavern. The two of them were exceedingly overdressed for such a place, especially when compared to the 20 or 30 casually dressed patrons. There was a long wooden bar along one wall that spanned the length of the room. Tables were scattered around the rest with a minuscule area in the center of the room that might have been for dancing. It was dark, but in her gleaming white dress she shone throughout the room and she knew that every pair of eyes were on her as she trailed her lover across the floor. She reveled in the limelight.

  He led her to the bar, and ordered 2 drinks from the barmaid, an older but still quite attractive woman. He lingered to chat and laugh with the stranger, and she felt that they were being entirely too friendly. She scowled at the woman and briefly contemplated lunging at her, before remembering that the leash held her firmly in place. She contented herself with the scowl and secretly hated the woman.

  He pulled her further into the bar, finally arriving at a table in farthest, darkest corner. He took a seat, and pulling firmly on the leash, forced her down onto the dirty floor. She obeyed without question and instinctively curled up at his feet, wrapping her arms around his ankles. For the first time tonight she felt a little frightened, as he had never brought her anywhere like this before. Her thoughts raced, wondering what he would have her do here? Her heart was still pounding, but being at his feet with the collar caressing her neck made her feel protected in some strange way. She watched as the barmaid brought over the drinks. The maid placed his glass on the table, but hers was prepared in a small bowl and placed on the floor in front of her. She wondered how that bitch could have possibly known to bring hers in a bowl? She glanced up at her lover and considered for a brief moment whether they had ever fucked. She now officially despised the barmaid.

  "Drink," he said to her in a firm voice as he pushed her head down into the bowl. "It will help you relax."

  She did as he commanded, lapping up the clear alcohol from the bowl, relishing the burn in her throat. Before long, the barmaid brought another round, and she lapped it up too. It still burned the second time, but the heat of the alcohol did seem to calm her a bit. She curled back up to his ankles and waited. They sat watching the crowd for quite some time. The local men were guzzling their beers while a few tried to win the affections of the few women in the crowd. After a time the crowd gradually thinned as one by one customers paid their bills and left. It was getting near closing time now, and there were now only about a dozen men left in the bar. The calming effects of the alcohol were wearing off and her frustration was building again. She lifted up on all fours and began scratching at his leg, moving her hands upward, reaching for his cock. Like in the restaurant earlier, he grabbed her hand but this time he wrenched her arm behind her back, and pushed her to the floor.

  "No!" he said, so loudly that everyone could hear. "No".

  Pain went through her, but it was not from the physical treatment, rather from the pain of need. She was at her wits end. She needed to satisfy something primal, something filthy in her. Her thoughts were on nothing else right now but wanting, needing. She pouted, begging him with her eyes, and he sensed she was finally ready to do anything he would ask. He grabbed her long braided hair and pulled her up to him. He looked in her eyes, and they were red with longing. His eyes were hard and cold now, and all their gentleness was gone.

  He asked her firmly, "Are you my whore tonight?"

  "Yes." came her reply, in more of a grunt than a statement. His words combined with the steady pressure pulling on the back of her head had set her juices flowing again.

  "Yes" she said again. "Yes, yes!"

  He smiled a raw, devious smile and in one fluid movement, stood up and lifted her off the floor. He cradled her in his arms and strode across the room to the bar. Just before placing her down onto the surface of the bar he whispered in her ear.

  "Just remember, your pussy belongs to me, and you only cum for me."

  He stepped behind the bar, and said something else to the barmaid that incited a giggle. She scowled, secretly planning the barmaid's demise, but he pulled on her leash and motioned for her to crawl across the bar. There were a couple patrons seated there who were pleasantly surprised by the impromptu show and pulled their drinks aside so she could crawl past. She felt dirty, like a piece of meat on display, but she crawled forward as commanded. He stopped her somewhere near the center of the bar, and he began to speak to the crowd.

  "Gentlemen, how are you all doing this evening?" he asked.

  The only response was silence, as they all stared at her body displayed before them on the bar.

  "I want to introduce you all to this fine young whore here," he called out. "I'll tell you that she is the finest cocksucker you have ever seen, in fact she is, without a doubt, the finest in the whole damn state!"

  He turned to her, commanding, "show them that pretty mouth of yours," and then he pushed her around so she was facing the crowd. She loved it when he said she was the best cocksucker, because she was. She knew it. She could give blow jobs all night long and never tire. She loved the taste of cum and the right cock, hitting her throat just right, could even get her off. She looked out into the crowed, spied one particularly grimy-looking patron and opened her mouth slightly for him, licking her lips. She raised one finger to her mouth and sucked it in, advertising her skill. In the position she was in, her tits hung right in the face of one of the men at the bar. She looked down at him and instinctively pressed her tits into his face, knocking the baseball cap right off his head. Her momentary attempt at making her own fun ended when she felt a hard tug on her leash that pulled her back around to the side, and dutifully she started crawling back down to the end of the bar.

  "I can see you gentlemen don't seem to believe how good a cocksucker she is," he continued. "Well I'll tell you what. $100. Anyone of you bring up a $100 and she will suck you off right here at the bar!"

  She swallowed hard. Had she really heard him say that? Was he auctioning her off to the crowd? He had never done anything like that before, never asked for money. He'd given her to men and woman, watching as they had their way with her, but never this. The realization hit her that she literally was his whore tonight, and her juices ran down her leg and onto the bar. There was some muttering in the crowd, but no one took them up on the offer.

  "Come on my dear, you have to sell it," he said to her as he smacked her ass and then dragged her forcefully back to the center of the bar. She slid across the smooth surface as he pulled on her leash. He turned her around, this time so her ass was facing the crowd, and he reached across and yanked her dress up over her ass, her dripping pussy there for everyone to see. Unexpectedly, she blushed, but also wondered if her juices made it glisten in the smoky light.

  "Surely someone must have $100 for the chance to fuck the mouth of my horny little slut," he shouted. "Look how wet she is. Look how bad she wants it." When no one responded, he continued "OK, how about $80."

  She now found herself the centerpiece of some bizarre reverse auction, and her lover, was the carnival barker selling her off to what now seemed like the lowest bidder.

  "No?" he continued, "well then how about $60?"

  She began to wonder if this was all a joke. Maybe this was just another tease to build up her anticipation for the real event. Maybe. Then she heard a voice in the crowd.

  "I've got a $50," it called out.

  Her heart stopped dead. She looked at her auctioneer's face, silently asking if he was really going to sell her to the crowd, but he was already busy clearing space at the bar for the man who had made the offer. The patron tossed the money onto the bar and stepped up a couple of seats away from where she was crouching.

  "That's the spirit," her lover said. "Step right up and show her your cock."

  Her head was spinning. She continued searching for some sign in her lover's face that this was just a test, but there was none. He barely looked at her as he dragged her by the leash down to the location right in front of th
e man who had paid the money. He grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around so she was facing the customer. She didn't want to look up to see the man's face and so instead looked down to see a small but semi-hard dick hanging just below her. She was scared, but at the same time, she knew she had never felt this aroused before. She wanted to be her lover's dirty, nasty slut, and now was the time to put up or shut up. She leaned forward to put her mouth on this strangers dick, but she couldn't reach. To her surprise she started pouting. She needed to reach it.

  Her man knew what to do, and he pushed her down so her stomach was flat on the bar. He grabbed her by her now upturned calves and pushed forward. She slid until her boobs fell off the edge, fearing she would fall to the floor, but he held her firmly, and now her mouth was right in front of this strange new cock. Instinct took over from there and she spread her lips wide and swallowed it whole. Gasps came from several guys in the crowd, amazed at her skills. She was the show now, and the whore in her loved it. She wanted desperately to prove to him that she was the best little cocksucker, and so she clamped her mouth down and sucked as hard as she could. With her hands not needed to support her, she reached around and grabbed the man's ass through his jeans, and pulled him into her, forcing his small cock in and out of her wet mouth.

  It didn't take long before she could hear his breathing quicken. He started to moan, and that only made her suck harder. In only a moment the quiet was broken by one loud grunt from the stranger, as his balls tightened, and he emptied them into her mouth. She held him in and swallowed all that she could, not wanting to let a single drop spill onto the grimy floor. Heat swept through her body and she was enjoying the feeling of this foreign dick twitching in her mouth when she was wrestled from her afterglow. Her man yanked her by her braid up to her knees on the bar. He pulled her head back so that everyone could see the few drops of cum still coating her lips. For the first time all night she truly smiled. It was a devious little smile, the smile of a whore doing just what a good whore needs to do.

  "See, I told you she was whore, didn't I?" he called out to the crowd. "Anybody else want a try? Come on up, and you can even fuck her throat if you want. We're still at 50 bucks."

  "I got 50," called out another voice, as he tossed the money on the bar.

  The new stranger stumbled up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders at the same time as her lover grabbed her legs. In one seemingly choreographed motion, they flipped her over onto her back. She stretched forward so her head hung off the edge of the bar making the collar feel extra tight around her. Before she could even take a deep breath, her customer had firmly planted his shaft between her lips. He slammed into her roughly, as he was already on the verge of coming. She couldn't breathe as her face was buried in his crotch so it was fortunate that he only took a few strokes before exploding right down her throat. She almost came when he did. She so needed to cum, but she knew she couldn't, and so she desperately waited.

  Short of breath and with the blood rushing to her head, she hadn't even heard a third fellow approach. He only had $20, but the price didn't matter any more. She was able to take a few desperate breaths before he fed his cock into her mouth. He was more practised than the last one, and he slid it in slowly and deliberately and she felt her throat, constrained by the collar, grip the head as it penetrated her. It felt so good. It felt so good to be a slut, a cocksucker, a whore. But once again the feeling ended too soon, as this one pulled his cock out of her mouth and sent gobs of hot cum across her throat and over her still covered tits. There were whoops and hollers from the crowd now. In her slutty haze she even heard the barmaid yell "Yeah!". That made her laugh - like that bar-bitch could ever make 3 guys cum that fast.

  "Is that it?" she heard her lover shout as she was still basking in the glow of her adoring fans. "Anybody else? Last call."

  "That's right boys, last call," shouted the barmaid.

  "I've only got $10," came a voice from one of the guys who had hid off in the shadows during the whole spectacle. He stepped forward, and she turned herself over to look at him. He was younger than the others, and a tad better looking and she glanced over her shoulder to signal to her man that she wanted more.

  "Well you are lucky that I am in a good mood tonight," he said. "Come on up, everybody cums tonight."

  The boy stepped forward and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his fully hard cock, and she gasped when she saw it. It was much bigger than the others, 9 inches at least, bigger even than her lover's. She couldn't recall ever swallowing anything so big, but she craved the chance to try. For brief a moment she was in control, as she reached forward to pat the bar stool in front of her, urging the boy to come forward. A quick yank on her hair reminded her of who was in charge, and she hunched back in submission. The boy stepped up and knelt on the stool so his cock was within reach of her mouth. She wanted to savor this one, so she ran her tongue over the head and traced down the underside of the shaft all the way to his balls and back. She actually even looked up at the young stranger this time, and slowly took the head in her mouth.

  "I told them you were the best cocksucker, not cock-licker," her lover exclaimed, and suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her head as slow steady pressure forced the cock down her throat.

  In the first pass she couldn't take it all, and she gagged as he pulled her head back up. A few seconds to breathe, and then he pushed her back down, harder this time, until his entire dick was in her. He held her there for 3, 4, 5 seconds, and then let up. She was in heaven with her lover's firm hand on the back of her neck, and this wonderful cock buried in her throat. He pushed back again until her nose was crushed against the boy's jeans. Her customer was breathing hard now. A forth time his cock was forced into her, then a fifth, and then ... then he came. He came and came all the while her lover held her firmly, with all the gooey cum spurting down her throat, pleasantly choking her. The boy pulled away when he was done, and she gasped for breath, coughing and wheezing, spitting some of the precious fluid all over the floor, but she still wanted more. She wanted to cum.

  She expected another cock and looked around the bar wondering who would be next, but no one stepped forward. Just as she was about to start pouting again, she felt the firm hands of her lover grab her legs tightly right at the top of her thighs. He pushed her down to the bar so her legs spread out to the sides and she felt her pussy rub against the cold, wet surface. She instinctively grabbed the front edge of the bar to balance, but before she could, she was yanked back toward him. Her ass slid off the edge, while her knees were still pinned to the surface, and she slid right onto his rock hard cock. Ecstasy.

  She gasped as he entered her, penetrating her completely in one swift thrust. Rapture started to engulf her, but he didn't give her time to enjoy the feeling. He immediately began to fuck her rapidly, making sure that is was hard and rough and that it was clear she was his to use. He grasped her hips and tossed her body as if she were a rag doll, slamming her pussy repeatedly onto his dick. This is what she had waited all day for, to be used by him. It had been an eternity since the night started and she first started to fantasize about what he was going to do to her. She had pictured him fucking her in endless possible ways, but none were as impossibly dirty as this. She was coming.

  She didn't even feel the orgasm starting. It was like it had always been there and it didn't seem to want to stop. She began to grunt like a wild animal, and her sounds combined with the sound of her ass slapping against his body were the only things heard in the bar. She was lost in her own little universe where the only things that existed were her pussy and his cock. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. The waves swept over her again and again and the only thing that could shake her from that world was the sound of his voice. While continuing to fuck her like a madman, he called out to her, in a breathless voice, "Are you my whore?"

  When she didn't answer, he repeated it louder, "Are you my fucking whore?"

  She tried to answer, more out of instinct than co
nscious thought. "Yes," she thought she said, but her throat was sore, her mind was spinning and the word barely escaped from her lips. Then she felt the pull of his strong hands on her braided hair. He pulled much harder than he had all night, and her head snapped back, restoring some brief clarity to her thought.

  An answer was demanded once more, "Are you my fucking whore?"

  And at that moment she knew seemingly more clearly than she ever had, that she was his, and she wanted everyone in the world to know. "Yes!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Yes!"

  Hearing her response was the reward he had waited for all night. It set him aflame and pushed him toward the edge.

  "I am your fucking whore!" she yelled again, and she felt him grow and tighten inside her. Matching the rhythm of his thrusts with her voice, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Fuck ... Your ... Whore".

  In perfect concert with that last syllable, he slammed into her one last time and held his cock as deep in her as he could, and he came in a perfect crescendo to a filthy night of lust. She felt every twitch as he pumped loads of juice into her. She heard every last grunt he made as he gave over to the pleasure of the climax and she felt his body collapse against her, spent and sated. She could even hear the silence of the crowd as they were mesmerized by the display they had just witnessed. Her body continued to spasmed in pleasure for several moments as their sweat mixed and dripped off of their bodies onto the bar. When she finally opened her eyes to gaze upon her audience she could barely believe that all the strangers were still there, eyes open wide, staring at her. She wanted to take a bow and bask in their adoration. She smiled at them all and then collapsed onto the bar. She was happy. She was his whore, and she loved him. She still hated the barmaid.